Sirup, blood and honey
Sweet and bitter synchronize.
Woke up in the meadow of dying orchids
Among farland grave beyond desert hill.
My bride in the bloody wedding dress
Was suicide in her honeymoon's bed.
Can't stare at mirror to see her face
Anymore then I decide this chance
In her dreams I came into.
Desert dreams of sky in blue.
Where flora was exterminated
Where her soul was separated
In cage of metal and rust she sat.
Wan face without emotion.
Her tears become blood when saw me.
Why you killed me, she asked..
My bride in the bloody wedding dress
Not suicide in her honeymoon's bed.
Can't stare at mirror to see her silent
Anymore then I killed her by myself....
My bride in the bloody wedding dress
Not suicide in her honeymoon's bed.
My bride in the bloody wedding dress
Did I exterminated her soul away?